Hunting Werewolves Novels & Stories

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Some didn't, so I needed to sound as human as possible while I was talking to them. Every wolf was in a rage, so it was a hard time to keep control for everyone. Sometimes, it could happen that we use a very unnaturally loud voice. That sounded more like a howl. Everyone here missed Ellen, which was clear on their faces. The sadness came through the excitement of the search. Since we were with ten wolves, I hoped we could pick up her scent. Everyone was done unpacking, and we could start. I gave them all a letter. The wolves stayed apart from the humans for their safety. You never know that a wolf lost control over a human. Werewolves also had strict rules not to change in front of humans.

I hum in agreement as I rest my arms on the table. The leader steps forward with crossed arms. He is not the same guy who hugged me. This guy means business. He wastes no time. “We know where they’re hiding. The plan is simple. We flood them out. Once they’re exposed, we’ll move in, take them down. And we’ve got new rounds for this mission,” he says, his voice cold. My heart skips a beat. New rounds. I have to get my hands on those bullets. “Two minutes after they get hit . . . Dead.” Shit. That is next level. How can bullets even cause a werewolf’s organs to shut down in two minutes?

Next day **************** It was sunday and today it was full moon day. Every full moon day, alpha Jack and Elena used to organize a party for their packs at a resort which was 14 km away from the city in the midst of a dense forest. A loner wolf used to find mate in the party. They used to howl together after the party around 1 o'clock. " Carol, get ready a nice dress for today's party." her mom said while picking up a dress for herself.

Alpha urged, his eyes flashing as he pushed through the dense forest. The noble brothers were like shadows, weaving through the trees with effortless grace, but I could hear the growls of wolves growing louder and closer. They’re too close. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I caught movement, a blur of fur and fangs. A wolf lunged out of the shadows, aiming straight for me. Instinct took over. Before I could think twice, I swung the dagger with all my strength, the blade catching the wolf mid air, as dear struck me. A bright, silver flash lit up the night as the wolf yelped, its body slamming into the ground.

7 years ago. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow on the clearing where the young werewolves of the Strom pack gathered for their first hunting ceremony. Among them were Alessia and Kiana, both recently turned 16 and eager for the thrill of their first hunt. The air buzzed with a mixture of excitement and nervous energy as the pack assembled, waiting for the Alpha's signal. Alessia exchanged glances with Kiana, who stood besides her. It was a rite of passage, the first hunt after their initial transformation, and the forest beckoned with promises of adventure and challenges.

Unlike other werewolves, I couldn't sense the strength of auras, the flow of power, or the terrifying presence of a wolf in lupine form—a death sentence in the werewolf world. To me, the most fearsome alpha might just look like a large, fuzzy shadow. There were many moving figures around me, accompanied by suppressed sobs, angry growls, and confused conversations. As time passed, more and more people gathered. There was no sun in the sky, only a large, ominous blood-red moon, casting an eerie light through the gaps in the rainforest's towering canopy. "Where... where is this? I want to go home!" a young Omega's voice cried, trembling with fear.

It was usually the most important event that occurred every month because newly turned wolves got to take their first run to the joy and pride of the grown-ups. Just as Alpha Jeremy always insisted on, the warriors had scanned the parameters to ensure that the pack would be safe during their run. These checks were important as rogues or hunters could be waiting to attack. Rogues werewolves with no packs. They were usually broken from customary behavior and killed indiscriminately and heedlessly. Hunters on the other hand were that group of people who had made it their life’s mission to destroy supernatural beings such as werewolves from existence. When Jeremy heard word, mere hours before th

I fibbed; told him a Werewolf was badly injured during training earlier this morning. I don’t know if Roark believed the lie or not, although it is very common for us Werewolves to sustain severe injuries during our intensive training sessions. What are we training for? I don’t know. All I know is all able-bodied Werewolves gather in batches in the clearing nearly to hone their fighting skills. Myself, and Kimur, who is the other guard, oversee these training sessions. We practice hand-to-hand combat; fighting with weapons such as spears and cudgels, and we also practice fighting in our wolf forms.

She should never try to be my Becca because she looked ugly as heck. “How do we go about finding the hunter?” I asked, Reid, sighed and turned to me, sitting properly. “We start by scouting. The hunters kill werewolves whenever they had gathered. It seemed this hunter liked to kill a lot of wolves and feed on them.” He started. “Should we make a gathering then?” I asked. “No, I wouldn't want us risking the lives of our pack members.” He replied and then I nodded my head waiting for what he was going to say.